Your love was a wispy cloud in a blue sky
And the first breeze that came its way
Destroyed it
After
I stood in the mist, mourning
And I could see, for the first time
None of it was real
Your love was a wispy cloud in a blue sky
And the first breeze that came its way
Destroyed it
After
I stood in the mist, mourning
And I could see, for the first time
None of it was real
There will be more blue skies, this time with dream clouds that will not blow away. Happy New Year, Janey. This year will be better.
Rob
Thank you my friend xxx
❤
The year will be good, Janey.
Thank you, Trent 😊